It's getting to me how I'm much closer to strangers than my mama How if my eyes are unfocused in the morning, I could easily grab one of my three roommates toothbrushes How I can't hear my sister's snores from the bedroom next door But the girl's that bunks below me I thrive in the 30 minutes I get to myself Listening to my music aloud Pulling out wedgies Taking deep breaths It's getting to me how I have to talk to my best friends in hushed voices in the hallway at midnight Because everyone's either asleep or doing homework Because if they heard our inside jokes they'll think I'm crazy It's getting to me that I have to call to say good morning to my grandma How she's not in the kitchen Sipping on coffee with too much cream How she's not getting on my case, because I forgot to give thanks before dinner How she isn't close enough for me to smell her perfume, or feel the wrinkles of her deep dark skin Its getting to me how close everyone is at parties Dancing Hip to hip Mouth to mouth Sharing the same drink But I can't hear my nieces laugh Or see them off to school Can't have family game night Move night Sunday dinner Family photos I don't man, But this distance thing is getting to me
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